The morning coffee

 

Usually, this is the very first thought Italians have when they get up. 

For the most part of my life this was exactly my first thought too. My Italian part was in resonance. One of the very few things I resonated with my fellow Italians... 

Now I am more relaxed and many obsessive constrains weighing on me have evaporated and I can listen to my whim of the moment, which is quite satisfying, I enjoy my conquered freedom! And now I also drink a beloved cup of tea in the very morning, or even a light bouillon if I feel like! 

Freedom expresses its growing presence in my life in different ways!